FURROWED MIDDLEBROW

No, I'm not going to attempt justify myself with apologies or excuses.

Some of you may be interested in this book I picked up randomly a while back, and which somehow survived the great pre-Portugal book culling.

I am, I know, the world's worst and least reliable blogger, but I had to chime in today to thank some of you who expressed concern after Wednesday's terrible funicular derailment here in Lisbon.

Well, obviously this blog hasn't exactly become a hive of activity since my "return" last month.

I really can't thank you all enough for all the encouraging words and reassurance in your comments on my last post.

I owe all of you lovely readers (if, indeed, there are any of you who haven't written me off forever by now) a sincere apology for vanishing for far longer than I had ever intended.

The long-awaited day has arrived!

My apologies that this blog has got a bit creaky and cobwebby of late.

Last but not least, in my fourth and final post highlighting authors recently added to my main writers list, I have 14 authors whose work was comprised of or included more or less traditional mystery or crime novels.

This post, about 13 more authors added to my main author list in my most recent update, is a bit of a catch-all.

I have twelve more authors for you today, of particular interest from among the 130 new authors I recently added to my main author list (see here and my previous post here).

I know I've been woefully slack about writing reviews lately—even though I do have some books to tell you about—but that doesn't mean I haven't been working my little fingers to the bone for you.

I am still quite fairly active, and to climb in over a window-sill would have presented no difficulties.

Bright Intervals was Eileen Helen Clements' second novel.

If she had not been careful, she might soon have realised the unflattering truth that Antony had thrown her over for somebody else: however, she was careful, and as soon as the turmoil in her mind began to grow calmer, she settled down to think things out…

On just such a night, thought Elizabeth, had the barge been sunk ... it was ridiculous to think like that, just because Signor Baldini had told the story with such evident enjoyment ... probably he had merely been savouring the opportunity of showing off…

Lately I seem to have been, even more than before, in pursuit of light, funny frolics, and one thing that I've learned is that the perfect balance struck by D.

I almost decided to scrap my Dozen post this year.

"And now to finish," there was a throb in her voice, "let us put on the screen the patron of our Society, and show a picture of our gallant Prince."

The small, spray-drenched village of Derrybeg emerged from the period of strife known in Ireland as "the troublesome times," with two smoke-blackened ruins, and with an entirely new and firm belief that the less said on the entrancing topic of politics, t…

If one researches her books by looking through contemporary reviews and snippets in ads, Betty Trask, who also published as Ann Delamain (as in the case of both books mentioned here), can sound every bit as alluring and glowing with potential as the likes…

"Do you believe in anything, Susan?"

Cousin Dorothy clutched me by the arm and murmured: "Kit, dearest, why didn't I think of it before?

"Don't you remember she called me a fool when I married you?''

Back with one more post to mention some of the most intriguing authors that I added to my main list last year, but didn’t get around to telling you about at the time.